--αℓєχαи∂яια--
--Visitor--
Alexandria eagerly got off of the bus that stopped in front of her apartment complex, her two suitcases in her hands. She looked around the slightly crowded streets, which reminded her of New York. She rolled back her shoulders, weaving through some of the people as she went to the door of the apartment complex. She bumped open the door with her hip, going to the counter. She checked herself in, smiling a bit again as the man behind the counter gave her the keys to apartment B1.
Alexandria thanked the man in French, which was one of the French phrases that she knew by heart. She grabbed her bags again, going up the stairs. She stopped in front of door B1, dropping one of her suitcases. She opened the door, picking up her bag and going in. Sh bumped the door closed with her hip again, and she put the suitcases on the nearby chair. She didn't bother with actually looking around the place. She'd rather go sightseeing. She grabbed her camera and put it around her neck, used to the familiar weight. Then she grabbed her purse and slung it around her so that it was settled in front of her.
--мιкєу--
--Visitor--
Mikey groaned awake to an annoying French radio station, so he slammed his fist down on the alarm. He had arrived late last night, so instead of going out he dumped his bags and went to bed. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. He realized he was still in his clothes from the plane ride, so he went to his bag and unzipped it. He took out a dark pair of jeans a red plaid button down. He changed into that and went to the bathroom.
He ran his hands through his hair a few times before throwing water on his face. He brushed his teeth, looking at himself in the mirror before turning and leaving the bathroom. He grabbed his translate book, because he was a failure when it came to French, and some money. Then he left his apartment.